THE JUDICIARY: Weeds, Roses & Jam

The florid man with the brush haircut
rose, walked over to the jury box and grasped the rail with both hands.
His manner was cozy. "We've all been here a long time," he confided,
"and I feel I have come to know you well." Then he began buttering up:
"In this sanctuary of justice, a holy place, to me second only to a
church, I see you not as just twelve ladies and gentlemen. I see you
strong, resolute and courageous soldiers of justice!"

Lawyer Lloyd Paul Stryker, who commands some of the highest fees in the
business (up to...